i am married to a last-minute man.
ten pm on july second matt mentions that we should get up at five thirty the next morning to catch a plane to nebraska. huh? i have to pack and shower and *sigh* i like to plan for travels like this.
'the fourth is like christmas for the milanas' he tells me. i look at that face and have to agree. we have to go.
we get up, head to the airport, sit there and sadly do not get cleared as standby passengers. that face immediately gets sad and he realizes that christmas may not come this year. we go home and i try to come up with alternative activities for the holiday weekend. nothing even compares to seeing family and blowing things up.
same day, three pm, a decision was made. although our visit would be brief, if we could get on the last flight out of phoenix, we'd still get to partake in the fourth festivities. so back to the airport we went (good thing i love going there) and this time our travel attempt was successful. woohoo! we had a wonderful time, was only burnt twice, and matt got his 'christmas'.
wonder if santa knows about fireworks?
2 comments:
That is so cute, Meg! I am so glad you went! You're a good wifey!
I, too, am married to a last-minute man. Gotta admit - they definetely make life more interesting!!!
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